“I’ll never stop being sorry for betraying you,” she said, holding her head in her hands. “And I’ll never forgive myself for killing us.” Jesus Christ. I wanted to soothe her. I wanted to wipe her tears and make her better again. I wanted her. But I just couldn’t. “It’ll be okay,” I strangled out, reaching over and snatching one of her hands up. “We can still be friends.”
